#cleanliness

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[aventurineswife]

Poly relationship hcs with moze and jiaoqiu, please and thank you, take your time.

-Smooch Anon 💋

Poly Relationship HCs With Mozeqiu!

Tags: Moze x Reader x Jiaoqiu, Headcanons, Poly Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Suggestive at the end, Protective Partners, Tender Moments, Moze being Moze (aka a clean boy 🫧).

(art by: Minrou on X)

You’re at the center of two drastically different personalities. Moze, the silent, controlled assassin, often needs solitude and order to recharge, while Jiaoqiu, the warm yet deeply contemplative healer, enjoys meaningful conversation and emotional connection.

You end up being the bridge between their worlds, and your presence helps create an unspoken balance in their lives. They respect each other’s contrasting natures and both trust you as the anchor that keeps them grounded.

Though Moze appears cold and detached, being in a relationship with you and Jiaoqiu encourages him to confront his buried emotions and past traumas. Jiaoqiu’s own approach to healing becomes more personal when he sees how much Moze needs emotional healing, and Jiaoqiu uses his insight to gradually help Moze open up. You’re a supportive presence for both, providing a safe space for Moze to express his vulnerabilities and for Jiaoqiu to explore his own unspoken fears.

Moze is highly protective, though in a quiet way—he rarely expresses worry directly but will always position himself subtly nearby when he senses danger. Jiaoqiu’s protectiveness is more comforting and direct, ensuring you and Moze are physically and emotionally well. They each have their own way of keeping you safe: Moze watches over you in silence, while Jiaoqiu reminds you both to eat well, rest, and find time to enjoy life despite the surrounding chaos.

Moze has a strong need for cleanliness, so he establishes little routines to feel in control, like polishing his weapons or arranging items precisely. Jiaoqiu joins in these routines to help calm him, often making tea or incense to create a peaceful atmosphere. You become part of this ritual too, with the three of you sharing quiet moments where everything feels calm and orderly. It becomes a shared, intimate habit that brings them both a sense of stability.

The three of you develop a unique understanding that goes beyond words. Moze is reserved, so you and Jiaoqiu learn to pick up on his subtle cues—like the slight tension in his shoulders when he’s anxious or the way he avoids eye contact when he’s uncomfortable. Jiaoqiu becomes adept at reading these signs, gently coaxing Moze to share his concerns without pushing him. With you, Moze feels that he doesn’t have to say much, as you understand his intentions and emotions intuitively.

Jiaoqiu’s empathy and patience help both of you navigate difficult conversations. He guides you and Moze through emotionally charged moments with his calm, perceptive nature, encouraging each of you to open up when you’re ready. Moze, who is typically closed off, finds it easier to trust because of Jiaoqiu’s genuine warmth and quiet wisdom. You often observe Jiaoqiu’s influence in the way Moze becomes a little more open over time, showing glimpses of vulnerability.

Living together with Moze and Jiaoqiu means creating a space where each person has a bit of their own sanctuary. Moze has his corner of the home, meticulously organized and clean, where he sharpens his blades or meditates in silence. Jiaoqiu has his alchemical setup, with various herbs and elixirs that lend a calming scent to the air. You bring in elements that blend their spaces, placing flowers, candles, or keepsakes to add warmth and unite the atmosphere.

Since Moze isn’t one to display affection openly, he shows his love through quiet, deliberate actions. He’ll leave small tokens or thoughtful notes for you and Jiaoqiu, often concealed so that only you two would notice. Jiaoqiu, in turn, appreciates these gestures and gently encourages Moze’s subtle ways of connecting, which gradually helps Moze feel more comfortable expressing affection. Your warmth and encouragement make it easier for him to show that he cares.

Since Moze values peace and solitude, nights together are often calm and reflective. You, Moze, and Jiaoqiu will spend evenings in a comfortable silence, maybe sharing a soft drink or warm tea, finding peace in each other’s company. These moments of stillness allow Moze to unwind, and Jiaoqiu often finds himself lost in his thoughts or offering insights into recent events. For you, it’s a time to bask in the tranquility of being with them, feeling the unspoken bond that ties you together.

Jiaoqiu teaches you and Moze about herbs, healing, and the importance of internal wellness, offering practical and spiritual wisdom. Moze, in turn, imparts a sense of discipline, showing both of you the importance of resilience and perseverance, even if he rarely speaks of his methods directly. The two of them broaden your understanding of both the strength of the body and the mind’s need for peace, shaping a relationship that is both physically and spiritually enriching.

Despite his solitary nature, Moze begins to see a future with you and Jiaoqiu, and it’s a hope he rarely allows himself to feel. Jiaoqiu’s presence helps him begin to believe in the possibility of lasting companionship, and your love solidifies it. They both find themselves thinking of a life beyond the darkness they’re used to, and together, you all start to imagine a place where duty, healing, and love coexist.

Both you and Jiaoqiu know that Moze needs his solitude from time to time, so you develop a quiet understanding of each other’s boundaries. Jiaoqiu respects Moze’s space, even when his healer’s instincts want to comfort him, and you do the same. Moze appreciates this patience and in return, tries to open himself up a little more, knowing that neither of you will push him beyond what he’s ready to share. This mutual respect strengthens your bond, making it one where everyone feels seen and respected.

Jiaoqiu has a lighthearted side that sometimes comes out, especially to brighten Moze’s mood or lift the group’s spirits. He’ll occasionally tease Moze or playfully ruffle his hair, coaxing a rare smile or soft chuckle. You join in on these playful moments, enjoying the way Moze’s usual stoicism softens just a little. Though Moze may pretend to be unamused, you can see the slight warmth in his eyes, hinting that he secretly enjoys this levity.

After long days, especially if one of you have been in a dangerous mission, Jiaoqiu tends to insist on “healing time” for everyone, pulling out soothing balms and herbal compresses. Though Moze initially resisted, over time he came to accept it, lying quietly as Jiaoqiu and you take turn massaging his shoulders or applying the remedies. These intimate moments become a kind of emotional healing as well, and you three often fall asleep in a tangle of limbs, reassured by the steady warmth of each other’s presence.

Moze and Jiaoqiu often exchange lingering glances filled with unspoken tension, especially when they’re alone with you. Moze’s reserved nature adds an alluring mystery, while Jiaoqiu’s gentle touch and soft-spoken words create an atmosphere that’s both tender and intense. You, often the playful instigator, love teasing Moze to break his composure, sliding close and whispering just enough to see him tense, while Jiaoqiu watches, amused. The build-up of quiet anticipation becomes a cherished game among them, often ending in a passionate closeness that leaves you three all breathless and content.

[nemfrog]

"Method of sprinkling liquid soap into the palm of the hand." A text-book on the practice of gynecology. 1905.

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[3eanuts]

August 13, 1956 — see The Complete Peanuts 1955-1958

[danskjavlarna]

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All kinds of vintage advice.

[drnikolatesla]

Nikola Tesla and His Cleanliness

It is known that Nikola Tesla suffered from an obsessive compulsive disorder, and because of this, he was an extreme germaphobe. While living in New York, Tesla kept his laboratories absolutely clean and pure, refused to touch other people, would wear gloves while shaking hands, and insisting upon personally cleaning his own plates and silverware at restaurants with his requested 18 napkins. Tesla himself reported that this was intentional. As a child, he almost died from cholera, which raged in the region of his hometown Lika due to contaminated water. He was cured by a special remedy made by an old woman, and also because his father gave him his word that if he recovered, he could study technology instead of entering the clergy, as was intended. Many found Tesla's actions strange, but to him, it was a very important measure to protect his health.

“There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that the latent power fully exists in man to greatly prolong the average length of his life by the exercise of extraordinary care and the proper utilization of the various instruments which science, day by day, is placing at his disposal. A large proportion of the people who die nowadays before reaching what is commonly called old age can trace the cause of their death to the fact that microbes of every kind are allowed by them to enter their bodies through the swallowing of microbe-laden water and food, and through the inspiration of microbe-laden air. How many people are really careful today about the water they drink, the food they swallow, and the air they breathe? And how many millions of people would be careful if they knew the difference between microbe-laden food and air and those which are really pure?”

–Nikola Tesla

“Man May Be Made To Live 1000 Years.” New York World, September 5, 1897.

[vintagenews]

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[thediktatortot]

So I've had this conversation/argument with my ex-fiance and I'm just really curious to know what the usual for this task is (don't worry, he's not in the picture anymore I just really want to know) because this was a place of contention between me and him. I myself am unemployed due to disability and I shower at night.

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[felixringtailtravels]

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Responsibility for public health was now understood to be a task for government, not just for working-class women who – until then – had been the only ones concerned with the cleanliness of slum houses, the only ones asking for clean water and working drains.

One such working-class woman was Kitty Wilkinson, an Irish migrant in Liverpool who had been a cotton mill worker and a domestic servant. She opened up her laundry business to her poor neighbours for a penny a week, allowing them to use her boiler and bleach to disinfect their clothes during the 1832 cholera epidemic. She became known as the 'saint of the slums' and campaigned for public bathhouses for the poor.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[i-3at-s0ap]

Picture this: you're in the bathroom at your house/apartment/residence and you are washing your hands.

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[quotelr]

We ought to live heaven on earth, clean environment, the beauty of blissful realms.

Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

[alwaysbewoke]

There's no excuse to be nasty when you can get 24 washcloths from Amazon right now for 20 bucks. For many of y'all that's a day's worth a Starbucks coffees (which you shouldn't be buying now anyway because #FreePalestine). You can even get 60 (that's two months worth) for 35 bucks. Stop being nasty.

[danskjavlarna]

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Pressing: vintage ironing.

[spankingtheatre]

I was in the shower tonight when I was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge — the need — to cum.

I let the handheld shower sprayer dangle just above the bottom of the bath, lying down in front of it with my head on the cool ceramic. The stream was fast and strong, and I positioned my pussy directly in front of it, spreading my legs and hooking my arms behind my knees. Then I closed my eyes.

I imagined that I had returned from my day and come inside, excited to greet you. I pranced inside and melted into your arms, quickly starting to tell you about my day, rambling about classes and friends and candies and rumors and…

“Ah ah ah, little one,” you interrupted, “not until after we get you squared away.”

Of course, our evening ritual. How had I forgotten?

You stay seated at the kitchen table and part your legs so that I am standing between them. Rolling up your sleeves, you direct me to reveal any misbehaviors from my day. I shuffle my feet and swing my head side to side.

“What’s that?” you ask, lifting my chin with your fingers.

“I, uh, well - when I awoke this morning, I was - I didn’t mean to but, I was all wet… and I didn’t want to go to school that way, so I used my fingers to make it better.” I hang my head, ashamed.

“We’ve gone over this several times, girl. It is natural and wonderful to wake up this way. But it is not your responsibility to make it feel better. What happens to a naughty girl who touches herself without permission?”

“She is punished, sir.”

“And how do we punish naughty girls in this house?”

“Over your knee, sir.”

“That’s right,” you say, lifting my skirt and pulling my panties down, before draping me over one of your knees, spreading open my legs in the process so that my pussy is properly displayed.

But before you begin to spank me, you notice that I am dripping from my cunt, and my juices are already soaking into your pants. You trace my lips with your finger and I moan.

“This is out of hand, little girl. You are out of control. We need to get you cleaned up.”

I go red almost immediately when you say this, because I know exactly what this means.

“Sir, please, not the..” I start, but you interrupt me with a sharp smack to my bottom.

“Not a word out of you. You are getting your cunt cleaned out and that’s that. Stand up.”

Once I am stood in front of you, you peel off the rest of my clothing until I am bare and naked, then direct me to the bathroom - your bathroom, the master bathroom.

“Go lie in the bath and prepare yourself for your washing. I will be up soon.”

I dread this. The humiliation. I enter the bathroom, with the huge tub in its center, the handheld attachment hanging from the ceiling. You installed two stirrup-like devices on either side of the tub spout, to hold my feet in place.

I pull myself into the tub and lie back on the cool ceramic. Lifting my feet into each spot, I feel the cool air on my pussy as my legs are forced open. I hear you enter behind me.

“Good girl,” you murmur, locking my feet into the devices, even as I whimper. You start to run the bath water and it pools around my body as you position the nozzle directly at my cunt.

“You know the deal. I will set a 15 minute timer. I don’t want to hear your whining, I know it’s a lot to take, but your pussy needs to be nice and clean for me.”

You turn the nozzle to begin its treatment and I cry out, as it begins to pump my pussy full of water, vibrating my clit from the inside, forcing a constant expulsion of water as it cleans me deeply.

“Take your cleaning like a good, well-behaved girl. Your whimpers won’t make this any less. I need you to be nice and clean to go over my knee.”

It isn’t more than a minute or two before I begin to convulse with my first orgasm, and you praise me for it, twisting my nipples as I come. “That’s a good girl. Let it all out. You’re going to come several times for me before your cleaning is done.”

And sir, that’s as far as I got before I had to peel my legs down, because I was writhing and whimpering hard myself, imagining you directing me to wash myself. I was embarrassed afterwards - not that anyone heard me, but for my shameful little fantasy. But I would love to know how you’d make sure a girl was clean for you.

Thank you for this wonderfully detailed and arousing submission!

I love the idea of special stirrups in the bath to hold the occupant in position and keep their legs spread. I know many have their first orgasms in the bath, and using the shower hose to aim a strong warm jet of water at their throbby clits is a highly popular way for many to play.

I also loved the little ritual of confessing on arriving home. I think many reading this would love that kind of accountability, especially if it meant having to submit to intimate inspections.

Being inspected is a highly popular fantasy, especially for those who get a bit over-excited and can't help making their panties disgracefully wet and sticky. This is rule even the best behaved little girls find it difficult not to break. A kind of tolerable, unavoidable naughtiness. Well deserving a good hard spanking.

Personally though, I don't like douching, and current medical advice is that it's not good for vaginal health. So my preference would be to clean a messy slit in different ways.

I like wiping with silk handkerchiefs, starting on your bare mound, pinching back your hood to keep you from squirming, and dragging the smooth silk square all the way down the length of your slit. That technique even inspired one of my earliest stories.

Alternatively, I might take you by the hand to the bathroom, undress you, and give you a thorough intimate washing between your legs with a soft warm flannel.

Another method I love for cleaning wet slits is to set up a Straddle Pole, and wrap a towel around it. After I'd undressed you, I'd make you straddle it, so the pole was deep between your legs. Then you can ride the pole until all your wetness is rubbed away, until the point when the friction is beginning to become uncomfortably sore, and you're begging to be allowed to dismount.

Regardless of the means I chose, once you were clean I'd inspect you thoroughly before you got the smacked bottom your disgraceful messiness deserved.

I hope you'll be imagining some of these methods the next time you point the shower head between your open legs.